Her heart is in this awful place
She hurt him close to breaking
Didn’t say it to his face
And she could feel the aching

The numb is soon to come
She knows this old routine
That the result will be the sum
Of the same tired regime

He will break and grow
Though he may not understand
Of this she’ll never know
And wouldn’t have a hand

Because people in our lives
Will guide us through our day
Toward faith that strives
To lead us a better way

But, perhaps this is just written
To make a girl feel better
About a boy who was smitten
By a filthy heart treader

But for once this girl’s heart
Has found this place to grieve
Etching an ideal start
By believing people won’t leave

And, she knows he cries in vain
Because better times are soon arriving
Every answer to his pain
A resource to his striving

Change will come to pass
To lead him forward
Into the real life that lasts
The one he’d been leaning toward

She was there only to inspire
And her purpose was respected
But she pulled out to retire
Sooner than expected

But her poor heart remains in that place
That refrains from a name or a face
And instead taunts her with a killing grace
With memories she can’t erase